Luh Quro - Winnings (feat. Diorbgs) Lyrics

The F&N was nice and light, but the 15 shoot faster
A civil rights activist, I make white hoes call me master
She tryna tell me her name, but that shit don't even matter
Really I'm finna busy this but then hit your sister after

I don't believe in love, ain't no happily ever afters
And in my city, we call murderers the nugget tappers
I tell that bitch get up and leave, cause she was acting boring
Lil bro cut off his phone, he said he finna strike a foreign

Think I just heard him up the street, he got the engine roaring
He found a spot to put it up and come back in the morning
This hoe been blowing up my phone but I just keep ignoring
It's too much money to be mad, ain't got time to be horny

It's too much money to be made, gotta wake up and get it
Every day I wake up and I start thinking about digits
That boy a bitch standing next to me, he look like a midget
Like how the f*ck is you dissing people you finna visit

F*ckin some fine shit in the backseat of a Honda Civic
Her nigga keep on calling, she gon' be back in a minute
They wanna know when I'ma stop, but I don't have a limit
And when it come to this rappin shit, I get so addicted

I put a gun to your head and make all you niggas listen
Hit a nigga for 10 racks, I completed the mission
Aye you snapped on that motherf*cker man
What he say, bro completed the mission

Audi Q5 white bitche woke up and her shit was missing
Me and bro got hella switches, don't know why they steady dissing
I could teach you how to make 10 racks, bro, you just gotta listen
4 inch ARP shoot rapid, don't hold it, just tap it

Taking niggas whips, this shit a habit, I just love the fast shit
AMG this bitch 4matic, rap it white and slap it
Back it in and snatch out all them mirrors so they ass can't track it
Come up on whips and jennings, smack the chop so much it's bending

Ain't even post a cat I snatched, I can't show all my winnings
Bro peep his 21 with the switch, he look at me, he grinning
Point to her brother whip, she ask me what I want for Christmas
4, 5 or 10, can't do the 9, the back plate flat, I switch it

Bump fire the Drake, he thought we had a fully chop he trippin
Only f*ck with fully's cause I like the way the chop start glitching
Just got some glass from out the mill, think it's a nigga pension
I could tell you niggas going broke by what you out here spending

How you dissing me and you ain't even out here f*cking spending
Niggas bold went back and told, so I had f*cked his bitches
Couldn't snatch the whip, I'm in the county jumping over fences